Thistle

[crittersheep]

[You're in your barn! That doesn't seem so bad--oh, oh wait, you're in the air.

Your barn, and honestly some of your stuff, is just floating on clouds. You can walk on the clouds too if you want, no one's stopping you. You will not, however, be able to return to the ground, far, far below you, no matter what you do.

At least not til the Ritual is complete.

Floating among everything else is your priest, who seems to have fallen into a deep sleep, and the barn's crystal flower.

After a moment, you hear voices resonating from the crystal flower--the holy beasts, their voices and minds melded as one, call out to you.

It asks your Flock 3 simple questions.]

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[literal_trainwreck]

Well? How do you intend to lock me down?

[survivaltricks]

[OPENS MOUTH]

[CLOSES MOUTH]








Tie you up in my basement, probably.

[literal_trainwreck]

[just laughs]

I'd like to see you try.

[survivaltricks]

[GRINS]

I'd never manage it. You're too free-spirited to be captive for long.

[a hum!]

So that's my answer, actually. I can't lock you down. Nor would I ever want to, because your life is your own.

I'd just trust that you'd want to come back to me in the end.

[literal_trainwreck]

I can agree with that sentiment. Captivity only breeds resentment.

[survivaltricks]

[. . .]

[quietly]

When this is over. . . you'll come home, right?

[literal_trainwreck]

I don't know that it would be right of me to promise that.

...I'll try.

[survivaltricks]

[. . . hooking his fingers into Loki's, stepping far-too-close into his personal space, foreheads touching]

[a tiny sigh]

. . . for now. . . that I can accept.

[literal_trainwreck]

It really is almost over, isn't it?

[why is that a little sad? damnit, I didn't want to think about this part]

[survivaltricks]

Don't think of it as being "over." Think of it as. . .

[hm]

. . . being time to take the next step.

[literal_trainwreck]

The next step huh?

...I have to admit, it sounds a bit romantic when you put it like that.

[survivaltricks]

[HEH]

Good.

[just as intended]

[literal_trainwreck]

On the other hand, it's not too late to elope...

[he's joking. probably]

[survivaltricks]

[omg. his rival?? boyfriend?? thing?? is so cute]

[but also seems a bit surprised]

Is that something you'd want for yourself?

[literal_trainwreck]

Why not? Think of all the beautiful countries out there with no extradition policies.

[survivaltricks]

[oh my GOD]






And here I was, talking about the "lifelong commitment in bonds of matrimony" part.

[literal_trainwreck]

Oh, that. "Lifelong" commitment was the initial plan, you know.

[you know, because he had convinced himself he was going to die. so he has a dark little chuckle about that]

[but more seriously:]

Well. I don't really see myself getting this manner of attachment to anyone else, and I have little interest in going where you aren't... but that would be rather against the philosophy we've chosen, wouldn't it? A restriction of freedom.

[survivaltricks]

[DON'T MAKE HIM SHAKE YOU, LOKI--]

[but he sobers a bit to consider that second statement very seriously]

. . . a little, yes.

At least, that's how I feel right now. But who knows how I'll feel in a few years?

[literal_trainwreck]

[nods]

I suppose we'll see.

[survivaltricks]

[lightly]

Biscuit did encourage me to propose to you, though.

[literal_trainwreck]

...His culture seems quite different from ours.

[survivaltricks]

And then he told me we had to have a bunch of kids, so yeah. It definitely is.

[WRY, BUT FOND]